As a million drops of blood fade into dust.
The time has come...
The sun and stars have passed over his head, Again and again, through endless weeks.

At the end of the judgement, He stares at the sky. Where the beauty of the sunset is swallowed by dark clouds.

His broken sword slips from trembling hands, Falling in silent farewell.
His eyes covering miles all over the dead one's.
A sea of the fallen, lost to war.

A cold wind from the west whispers his soul.
As tears, born from blood-stained eyes meet the earth.
Just before the clouds begin to weep.

The battlefield turns into a crimson lake.
A war for for peace, Yet all it gave him was pain.
                                            
              ­                        ~Sudhi Santhosh